[ It’s something Basch has always seemed careful of, the way he respected Balthier’s autonomy. In a way, it allowed them a great deal more leeway. He knew he could afford to get comfortable, to trust that whatever was said or done between them wasn’t actually an effort to restrict him in some way. It’s a rare privilege, particularly with another man.
So he can just enjoy his surprisingly gentle touch, not worry about implications of any particular part of any of this. There is no surrender here with Basch, not even when he offers an act that others might think to turn degrading. ]
As you well should. Better to tell me how pleasing I look in doing this. [ His voice is a low, warm hum. Licking a broad stripe up along the underside of his shaft, he stops to trace the tip of his tongue along the ridge right at its head. He guides his cock between his lips, bobbing down with distinct enthusiasm as the warm weight presses against his tongue. This has never been among his stronger skills, not when there were too few people he’d practice on, but he’d certainly like to think he makes up for it with an obvious eagerness to please. ]
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So he can just enjoy his surprisingly gentle touch, not worry about implications of any particular part of any of this. There is no surrender here with Basch, not even when he offers an act that others might think to turn degrading. ]
As you well should. Better to tell me how pleasing I look in doing this. [ His voice is a low, warm hum. Licking a broad stripe up along the underside of his shaft, he stops to trace the tip of his tongue along the ridge right at its head. He guides his cock between his lips, bobbing down with distinct enthusiasm as the warm weight presses against his tongue. This has never been among his stronger skills, not when there were too few people he’d practice on, but he’d certainly like to think he makes up for it with an obvious eagerness to please. ]